The Daddy Nextdoor

by Amy Cummings

  He moved closer and she inched back.

  “So, Braxton bought me a bathing suit and said I have to wear it. Please don’t laugh.”

  Raymond’s stomach muscles tightened. A streak of excitement crackled through him.

  “Let me see,” he said.

  Kinsley hesitated but finally stepped out.

  “Whoa!” Raymond said.

  She looked so sexy in the white bikini. It left little to the imagination, but his imagination was kicked into overdrive anyway.

  What would happen between her and Braxton in the pool? And the fact that he’d told her to wear that and she was obeying. All of it had Raymond on the edge and in desperate need of release.

  “It’s disgusting, I know. I’m sorry,” she said.

  “Disgusting? Honey, you look amazing!” he said.

  “Really?”

  “Uh, yes!” he said. “And you shouldn’t talk so poorly of yourself.”

  “Believe me, Braxton told me today. I had my mouth washed out and took a spanking with his belt!”

  Raymond’s cock turned to steel. He felt it ooze. He had to hold still as a wave of desire washed over him. Once he could walk again, he walked to Kinsley and slid his arms around her waist.

  “I’ve tried to get you in a bikini before,” he said.

  “I know,” she said. “But I’ve always thought I’m too fat for one.”

  “But here you are,” he said.

  She shrugged and looked at Raymond mischievously. “My Dom told me to.”

  Raymond clinched his jaw tight as he tried to restrain his arousal. He moved in for a kiss, but Kinsley playfully pushed him away.

  “I have to go,” she said. “Braxton is waiting.”

  She sauntered toward the front door with a newfound dose of confidence. She stopped before stepping out and cast a sexy, knowing look over her shoulder.

  And Raymond just about came right then and there.

  *****

  Braxton was happy to see Raymond arrive home. He’d hoped the man wouldn’t work too late. He’d tried to time it all just right. He was thankful to see the evening’s plan would work out.

  He stepped away from the front window and picked up the water bottle that rested on the kitchen counter. He unscrewed the cap and took a swig, enjoying the cold liquid as it slid down his throat.

  He wondered how far he should go. Kinsley had told him bits and pieces. He’d even heard her and Raymond argue on their patio a time or two. It wasn’t hard to piece together.

  So just how much pushing was needed? Braxton wondered.

  It was a fine line he had to walk.

  But, based upon the way Raymond seemed to be reacting to it all, he could push a little farther. Really seal the deal.

  Standing in only his swim trunks, Braxton ran a hand through his black hair and checked the clock. Kinsley would be arriving any moment. Right now, she was probably having to tear herself away from Raymond. Seeing her in that bikini had probably sent the man into spasms.

  Braxton hoped so, at least.

  He decided to push a bit more.

  He would give the couple a night neither one of them would soon forget.

  *****

  Butterflies danced in Kinsley’s stomach as she walked into Braxton’s place.

  “You look absolutely amazing,” he said. “I knew that was the perfect bathing suit for you.”

  He gave her a pat on the bottom as she sauntered by, sparking a round of giggles from the woman.

  They went to the pool where Kinsley eagerly jumped in. Her enthusiasm owed more to the concealment the water offered than her desire to actually swim. She was looking forward to the time, though.

  Seeing a shirtless Braxton walking for the pool with a hawk-like gaze—zeroed in on her—made her even more excited.

  He dived in and swam to her.

  “If I’ve ever seen a woman as beautiful you in this pool, I don’t remember her,” he said.

  His voice was a bit louder than it needed to be for Kinsley’s benefit, but he wasn’t talking to only her. He knew that just beyond the fence was a listening Raymond.

  “A woman?” she said. “Thought I was a Little.”

  She skimmed her hand across the surface and playfully splashed a spray of water at him.

  “Oh you are,” he said as he swam closer. “But right now, I’m interested in the woman Kinsley.”

  He slid a hand around her waist and reeled her toward him.

  “You see, there’s something you have that I want. Something I need,” he said.

  Kinsley was speechless. Her whole body quivered.

  “I need to hear you moan,” he whispered. He didn’t bother saying it loud enough for Raymond. That man would hear what was going on soon enough. “I want to hear you call my name.”

  Kinsley lost a breath when, under the water, Braxton’s hand slid inside her bikini bottoms. He pressed his lips to hers as his finger pushed through her wet folds. He plumbed deep inside her womanhood. They kissed again.

  As hard as it was, Braxton pulled away from her hungry lips. He needed Raymond to hear what was about to happen. Plus, he wanted to enjoy the view. He looked forward to seeing Kinsley’s face contorted in sensual agony as a climax swelled inside. He loved that look of desperation—the pleading, glorious yet frustrating pleasure. That expression in a woman’s eyes when she needed it to end yet wanted it to never end.

  Kinsley did not disappoint. She played her part perfectly, completely unaware that she was even in a production. She cried out loudly and thrashed in the water, splashing as she convulsed.

  She indeed called out Braxton’s name, bringing a devilish smile to his lips.

  She rode his hand, grinding against it hard, trying to wring every moment of pleasure she could derive from it.

  She came loudly, starting with several small orgasms that rolled into one right after another, until she exploded in one last, final furious climax.

  She was panting loudly as Braxton took her back into his arms. He kissed her again, knowing Raymond was watching through that infamous hole in the fence.

  What Raymond could not see was when Braxton ran his hands over Kinsley’s entire body, enjoying the feel of her wet flesh under his fingertips.

  That was a little treat just for him.

  And although his cock was roaring with desire, he refrained.

  He didn’t want to push too far, too fast.

  “Feel good?” he asked.

  “Yes, Uncle Braxton. So good.”

  She loved being Little. That made Braxton’s heart happy.

  “Good girl. Let’s swim and have some fun.”

  And with that, the swimming commenced.

  *****

  Raymond tried to focus on work. Those documents weren’t going to review themselves. The higher-ups would expect them done the next morning.

  It’s what a dedicated employee would do.

  It’s what someone who wanted to make partner would do.

  At that moment, though, Raymond couldn’t care less about being a dedicated employee. Every time he tried to direct his attention to work, he gave up in frustration only to daydream about what Kinsley and Braxton were up to.

  His girlfriend. At another man’s house. Wearing a bikini for him. Flirting. Playing. Doing who knew what.

  It was too overwhelming, and Raymond finally gave up the fight. He closed his work down and walked into the bathroom. He splashed cold water on his face and tried to snap out of his lust-fueled trance.

  It was no use.

  He saw Kinsley’s discarded clothes lying on the floor. She’d cast them aside while changing into the bikini and had forgotten to put them up.

  Naughty girl, he thought. She knew where the clothes hamper was.

  Maybe he should tell Braxton and the Dom would give Kinsley a solid spanking.

  Maybe Raymond could watch.

  That thought made his pole quicken with life.

  He picked up Kinsley’s panties and felt
the strip between the leg holes. Still soaked.

  That made Raymond even harder. He couldn’t stand it any longer. He went to the backdoor, paused before sliding it open, and thought it over. Was it wrong to spy? Kinsley and Braxton deserved their privacy. He had given his blessing to the arrangement.

  He didn’t want to spy out of jealousy. He wasn’t going to rush over and stop anything.

  Quite the opposite, actually.

  He wanted to see it all unfold. At least hear something of what was going on.

  Raymond made up his mind and went outside. He could hear splashing. Giggling. Braxton saying something.

  He got closer to the fence. There was a tight bulge in his pants that made walking kind of tough, but he pressed on.

  He heard Braxton say something about how beautiful Kinsley was. He edged up to the fence as close as he could.

  That’s when the moaning started.

  Raymond pressed his eye against the hole in time to see Kinsley flailing about. He couldn’t see what was happening under the water, but it was evident Braxton was holding her in place.

  For a minute, Raymond thought Braxton was inside Kinsley but then he realized it was only the man’s hand.

  That was enough for Raymond. Creamy cum dripped into his underwear at a steady pace. He watched with unbridled desire as another man delivered his girlfriend to a mind-blowing climax. The way Kinsley screamed it must have really been something amazing.

  As Raymond’s heart raced, he thought of how dirty it all felt.

  And how fun.

  Exciting.

  And oh, so amazing.

  Chapter Sixteen

  The next several days passed by relatively quiet for everyone. Braxton was kept away by an investment summit he attended in Palm Springs, while Raymond was back at his usual pace and barely treading water at the firm.

  The night before Braxton was to come home, Kinsley was lying in bed, perusing social media when he texted.

  Her face brightened. Raymond, beside her hard at work on his tablet, noticed the change in atmosphere. He looked to see Kinsley’s whole body posture change.

  “What’s going on?” he said.

  “Braxton texted,” she said.

  Suddenly, the case research he was doing didn’t seem very important.

  “What did he say?” he said.

  He sat up and craned his neck toward the cell phone, but Kinsley moved it closer to herself and farther away from him.

  “Hey!” he said.

  “My business,” she said with a giggle.

  “Your business?”

  “Yep. What me and my Dom talk about is private.”

  She glanced at Raymond from the corner of her eyes and flashed him an impish grin.

  “He’s inviting me over tomorrow,” she said.

  “Decided to clue me in, huh?” Raymond said.

  She tapped out her response and sat her phone down. “It turns you on. Admit it.”

  Raymond stammered for words before returning to his tablet. Kinsley kept a watchful eye on him another minute but didn’t force the issue. She didn’t want to embarrass him, but she was happy to see the sexual spark that had ignited inside him.

  She just hoped it would translate to a deeper relationship and not simply a few wild nights between the sheets.

  Time would tell, she thought. She glanced at her phone again to see Braxton had confirmed the next day’s meeting.

  Until the answer regarding her and Raymond’s relationship arrived, she’d at least have some fun.

  *****

  “Were you a good girl while I was away?” Braxton asked.

  He was happy to see his newest Little. She was looking as cute as could be, coloring as she waited on him to finish prepping lunch.

  “I was extra good,” she said in a Little cadence. “I don’t want my bottom to get spanked again! Your spankings hurt!”

  “They’re supposed to, cutie,” he said with a wink. “It’s the only way to teach naughty Littles the lessons they need.”

  He sat the bright, partitioned plate in front of her complete with a plastic, toddler-style spork.

  “Wait! What is that?” she said pointing to one of the selections.

  “You know what those are,” he said.

  “But I don’t like peas,” she said.

  “Oh, they’re not bad. You need them to stay healthy. Lots of vitamins and nutrients a Little like you needs. Eat up, cute stuff.”

  Kinsley crossed her arms and stuck her bottom lip out.

  “Weren’t we just talking about spankings? You don’t want one, do you?” he said.

  Kinsley’s body tensed. She looked once again at the peas. The thought of eating them disturbed her more than the thought of punishment because she pushed the plate away before once again crossing her arms defiantly.

  “I see,” Braxton said. “I have cookies for dessert. You don’t get one unless you eat your peas.”

  “I can do without cookies,” she snorted.

  “Is that so?” Braxton said. “And you can handle the spanking you’re about to get?”

  “I handled the last one and I’m still here, aren’t I?”

  The last remark was all Braxton could take. He didn’t know if Kinsley was really that determined not to eat the peas or if she was testing him. Either way, he couldn’t let it stand.

  “You’re throwing a fit. Like a baby,” he said.

  Kinsley shook her head angrily and scowled.

  “Come on,” he said as he picked her effortlessly from the chair, “let’s go.”

  They ended up in his bedroom where he placed her on the bed and then went to the closet. She assumed she would be getting a spanking. When Braxton came back, she was shocked to see he did not have the paddle or spoon.

  “Wh-what is that?” she said.

  She knew the answer. She could not believe it, though.

  Braxton held it inches from her face.

  “This is the diaper you’ll be wearing,” he said. “You see, naughty girls who act like babies get treated like babies.”

  “I’ll eat the peas!” she said. “Promise. Every single one!”

  “You will,” he said. “But you’ll be wearing a diapee while you do it.”

  “No, Uncle Braxton! Please!”

  “You had your chance, young lady. This is the path you chose. Pants and panties off.”

  Kinsley hesitated.

  “I suppose the paddle would persuade you,” he said.

  She quickly stood and removed her denim shorts and underwear. She wanted to cover her pussy but knew Braxton would not allow it. So, she stood before him exposed.

  “On your knees,” Braxton said.

  Kinsley obeyed, wondering what the man had in mind.

  He inched closer and stood above her. Her mouth was so close to him, if he unzipped his pants, she could easily take him into her mouth. Was that what he had in mind?

  Kinsley’s cunny leaked as she awaited the answer. She was disappointed when he moved away and told her to hold her arms out with upward palms.

  He placed the diaper in her hands.

  “I want you to stay in this position until I tell you otherwise. I think a few minutes to reflect on your actions, and what’s coming, will do you some good.”

  Kinsley groaned but did as she had been told. It wasn’t very long before her arms were tired and weary.

  The heaviness of the diaper was exaggerated by her position. It felt so thick! Kinsley thought of being swaddled in it. She couldn’t imagine anything more humiliating.

  She was relieved when Braxton let her break position.

  He took the diaper from her and spread it open.

  “Lay on the edge of the bed,” he said.

  “Sir, please,” she tried one last time. “I’ll even eat a second helping of peas!”

  “I’ll remember that,” he said. “Now lay down.”

  She groaned loudly.

  “What was that?” Braxton said.

  “Ye
s, sir,” she muttered.

  Braxton laid the diaper flat and Kinsley climbed atop it. A loud hiss escaped her lips as he spread her legs apart.

  He reached for the baby powder he’d also brought into the room and sent a poof between her legs. The scent reached her nostrils, temporarily easing her anger and embarrassment with its comforting aroma.

  The diaper rustled loudly as he brought the front through her legs and positioned it across her waist. She closed her eyes and shook her head in frustration as he fastened the four tapes.

  He patted the swath between her legs and smiled at a job well done.

  And a cute Little.

  “Perfect,” he said. “Sit up and open your eyes. I want you to look at me.”

  Kinsley hesitantly did so. Once Braxton had her full attention, he laid down the law.

  “All toilet privileges have been revoked until tomorrow morning. You’ll wear and use diapers. Do you understand?”

  “What?” she said, her voice rising.

  “You heard me,” he said. “You need to learn where baby fits get you.”

  “But even at night? What will Raymond think?” she said with a desperate edge to her words.

  “I have a feeling he’ll back me up,” Braxton said. “I’ll talk to him later.”

  Raymond seeing her in a thick diaper was not something she wanted to think about, so she decided just to take the day one minute at a time.

  She pounded a fist into the mattress beneath her. “This is so stupid!”

  “Keep it up, little girl, and you’ll land a week in diapers. Now, if I’m not mistaken, you have some peas waiting on you.”

  He grabbed something else he’d brought into the room. Kinsley wondered what it was but was afraid to ask. Part of her didn’t want to know.

  Braxton swatted her padded butt as she walked past him. He let her go ahead, allowing himself to enjoy the view. Kinsley may have hated it, but Braxton found the punishment to be just fine. The Little looked adorable.

  Kinsley sat in her chair and Braxton pulled out another one and angled it to face her. He unfolded what was in his hand. Kinsley nearly objected but stopped short of voicing her horror.

  An adult size pink bib.

  Perfect, she thought. Just when she figured it couldn’t get any more humiliating.

  Braxton placed it around her neck and made sure it wasn’t too snug.